The little girl upstairs (8 years old) was crying because her brother took her to the park for ONE MINUTE! Then brought her home. Needless to say, she was crying. So I let her borrow my stuffed lizzard toy, to calm her down and cheer her up. I asked for it back later, which probably will happen one day when she's at school and forgotten it, if not, no big deal. I got it for free anyway from where I work volunteer. For some reason it just struck my fancy last week when I was at work as something that I liked and they said I could have it. If it makes her happy, which it seems to have, then I am happy.